So I woke up at 6 am today sweating profusely. This intrigued me because my room stays at a bitterly cool 55 degrees generally (during the night anyway). I then realized I wasn't exactly hot but instead quite cold. This paradox was not a fun situation. I got up to get some water to try and get my body back in order. This worked somewhat and I fell back to sleep.
I awoke 4 hours later not doing so well. Uncontrollable shaking and a strong urge to vomit.
"I'm not doing so good, Pearl"
I got out of bed, attempted to make breakfast, and took a shower. I was soon reunited with my breakfast in what is easily the worst ab workout possible. To make matters worse the seemingly sealed box I used was in fact not water-tight at all.
You and me, Jerry.
Anyway, after a clean up job. I decided I def needed to get myself some aspirin or something to help what I can assume was a fever, though without a thermometer, who knows. All this is very bad because later today I get picked up and head out for a road trip along the great ocean road then a flight to Tasmania.
So this is just another tale of my incredible luck when it comes to sickness. It's like my body knows when something important is on the horizon and rebels. So it looks like my road trip along the great ocean road may end up being like an old western wagon journey, where one guy lays in the back moaning.
In conclusion, I hope this is not the flu and that I'll be alright by tomorrow. I'm currently willing my body to sort it self out. Shit, then I have 3 flights. I might have to go old asian lady mode and wear one of the masks so I don't infect 200 people.
"herro? No! I said sell City Wok stock!"
I'll report later with hopefully great tales from the ocean road and Tasmania that don't involve my corrupt bodily functions and fever-induced hallucinations.
Almost forgot. Here's some more music (not aussie this time):
My Morning Jacket - Holding onto black metal
Ahh, we'll throw in one aussie song: Hungry kids of Hungary - Let you Down
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